From my blog at: Holy Geeks: From a Cradle to the Cross
From a Cradle to the Cross
little baby in the hay
let me watch You sleeping away
such innocence i've never seen
it tears me up to think of Your destiny
little baby i can't help but think
do You know the cup You'll have to drink
little fingers, little hands
will be scarred for this wretched man
did You know
that You'd lay down Your life
did You know
You would be a sacrifice
did You know
that You would go
from a cradle to the cross
from a cradle to the cross
little baby open Your eyes
and see the ones for whom You'll give Your life
peaceful face, full of love
is now pure white, but will then be stained with blood
little baby, free of blame
You will carry all of my shame
little baby wrapped in cloth
You'll be disgraced and hung on a cross
did You know
You'd have nails through Your hands
did You know
You'd be rejected by man
did You know
You'd wear a crown of thorns
did You know
You'd be beaten and scorned
did You know
You'd pay the price
did You know
You'd save my life
did You know
that You would go
from a cradle to the cross
from a cradle to the cross
little baby, You can't speak a word
but crying from Your eyes i see my coming Lord
little baby, somehow You know
and still You choose to die for my soul
still You choose to go
from a cradle to the cross
for me
from a cradle to the cross
for me
You went to the cross
John 10:17,18 - The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life - only to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord.
[Note: This is a old poem from my teen years (way back in the 80's). It deals with the connection between Christmas and Easter, and how we really can't understand the cradle if we don't embrace the cross.]
From a Cradle to the Cross
little baby in the hay
let me watch You sleeping away
such innocence i've never seen
it tears me up to think of Your destiny
little baby i can't help but think
do You know the cup You'll have to drink
little fingers, little hands
will be scarred for this wretched man
did You know
that You'd lay down Your life
did You know
You would be a sacrifice
did You know
that You would go
from a cradle to the cross
from a cradle to the cross
little baby open Your eyes
and see the ones for whom You'll give Your life
peaceful face, full of love
is now pure white, but will then be stained with blood
little baby, free of blame
You will carry all of my shame
little baby wrapped in cloth
You'll be disgraced and hung on a cross
did You know
You'd have nails through Your hands
did You know
You'd be rejected by man
did You know
You'd wear a crown of thorns
did You know
You'd be beaten and scorned
did You know
You'd pay the price
did You know
You'd save my life
did You know
that You would go
from a cradle to the cross
from a cradle to the cross
little baby, You can't speak a word
but crying from Your eyes i see my coming Lord
little baby, somehow You know
and still You choose to die for my soul
still You choose to go
from a cradle to the cross
for me
from a cradle to the cross
for me
You went to the cross
John 10:17,18 - The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life - only to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord.
[Note: This is a old poem from my teen years (way back in the 80's). It deals with the connection between Christmas and Easter, and how we really can't understand the cradle if we don't embrace the cross.]